After Divorce, I Married His Boss

Synopsis

On Christmas Eve, the fireworks outside were deafening, but my heart had already gone cold. My husband, Adam Grant, brought his so-called first love, Emily Lane, straight into our house. Pointing at the dinner I had spent the whole day cooking, he said, "From now on, all the chores are yours. Emily's hands are meant for painting. She shouldn't be doing housework." I tore off my apron and tossed it aside. Then I asked for a divorce. Adam scoffed, "Who do you think will want a housewife like you after the divorce? Don't start trouble on a holiday." I didn't say a word. I signed the papers and headed straight out to the blind date my mother had arranged. When I pushed open the door to the private room, I was stunned to see Adam's boss, Charles Foster—the most disciplined, abstinent figure in the Capital City—sitting inside. People said he always wore a simple leather bracelet on his wrist, and any woman who tried to get close would be thrown out without hesitation. Startled, I turned to run. But Charles held on to my wrist with his hot, strong hand before I could take two steps. The man who was always aloof with everyone else now had red eyes, his voice trembling slightly. "So you finally divorced him? Guess it's my turn now." Slowly, he slipped off his bracelet and backed me into the corner. "Do you have any idea how many years I've spent pretending to be a gentleman just waiting for this day?"